"WONDERFUL SECOND CHANCE AT DARLING, VERMONT!"
Reviewed by Patricia (Pat) Pascale
Posted July 7, 2017
Romance Contemporary
SOMEONE LIKE YOU is a sweet delight! At five years old,
Aiden Gallagher and Laurel Stone have their picture taken
kissing on the Kissing Bridge in Darling, Vermont. So
adorable. They are the Town's Poster Children. The
portrait is displayed in Town Hall to promote Darling
tourism, along with the local legend,
"A Kiss on Kissing Bridge results in everlasting love."
Tourism is big business there. It is close to golf
courses, lakes, and skiing. a quiet, idyllic town with
neighbors who gossip, know everyone's business but help each
other too. Time has moved on and a lot of water has passed under that
bridge. Aiden Gallagher, handsome, sexy, single is now one
of Darling's finest and he lives with his brother, neat
freak, Rory. He enjoys being a cop but wishes he could feel
he was really helping society. He had a crush on Lauren in
High School. Shy, his friends make a bet he could not get
to first base with Lauren. Lauren also has feelings for
Aiden but when she finds out about the wager, she pours a
vanilla milkshake over his head in the cafeteria.
Embarrassed in front of his classmates, Aiden walks our and
they never speak again. Laurel has just returned to Darling with a broken heart.
She marries Dan right after she graduates college and moves
away. They work together in an accounting firm. As time
passes, Laurel wants to begin a family but Dan has other
things on his mind. A revelation shocks Laurel when she
discovers he is having an affair with his co-worker, Ryan.
Dan asks Laurel for a divorce, admits he is gay and wants to
be with Ryan Returning home to Darling, Laurel opens THE
Ladybug Garden Center and is trying to put her life
together. A break-in and robbery forces Lauren to call the
police. Enter Aiden Gallagher. A long overdue reunion
between Aiden and Lauren brings back old feelings, strong
chemistry, and long held hostilities. A new relationship
blossoms. The Chamber of Commerce ask them to pose for a
new, up-to-date picture of them together again kissing on
Kissing Bridge, You will love this scenario. I did. Donna Alward writes a delicious second chance romance. Her
characters are fun with interesting sub-plots. The wedding
on Kissing Bridge for Dan and Ryan is bittersweet and forces
Lauren to begin her new life. Aiden is a sterling hero.
Patient, romantic, perhaps, he does not always use the
right words, but is loving, thoughtful and perfect for
Laurel. The forever after ending holds a future book or two
for brothers Rory and Ethan. I will be on board for both.
This one is great!
SUMMARY
A kiss to last a lifetime Aiden Gallagher was only five years old when he appeared in
a photograph on the Kissing Bridge. The town of Darling,
Vermont, has used Aiden’s image on the famed bridge—local
legend has it that a kiss there results in everlasting
love—as part of its tourism campaign. Now, twenty years
later, Aiden is asked to recreate the moment with the woman
he once kissed: Laurel Stone. Recently divorced, there’s nothing Laurel wants less than to
pretend happily-ever-after with Aiden. As teenagers, their
romance was no fairy tale—and Laurel has never quite
forgiven Aiden for breaking her heart. But now that she is
back in her hometown, and keeps bumping into police officer
Aiden, Laurel can’t deny that there’s still a strong flicker
between her and her old flame. Could it be that the Kissing
Bridge is working its magic on Laurel and Aiden—and that all
true love ever needed was a second chance?
ExcerptBy the time they were through, it was nine o’clock and time
to open. Being a Saturday, business was brisk. Her dad
dropped off the supplies and offered to stay to help cover
the tagging, but with the heavy shopping traffic, Laurel
decided to wait until things died down. For now the tarps
covered the tags, and she’d focus on her customers.
Otherwise her anger would get the best of her and that was
bad for business. By six p.m., things had slowed considerably.Laurel had been going flat out for ten hours, stopping for
only fifteen minutes to run to The Purple Pig for a
sandwich. Her stomach growled, her feet hurt, there was dirt
beneath her nails and she really, really wanted a shower and
a glass of wine—in that order. Laurel had just dragged out
the hose to water the fruit trees when a half-ton truck
drove into the lot and parked in an empty space. The driver hopped out, and her heart slammed against her
ribs as she immediately realized how she must look. Dirty
jeans, mannish golf shirt that did nothing for her figure,
scrubby ponytail through a Ladybug Garden Center ball cap,
and probably smudges of dirt on her face and arms. Not that
she was trying to look nice for Aiden or anything, but it
was him getting out of the truck, looking sexy as hell in
faded jeans and a T-shirt that stretched across his chest
and shoulders. She could pretend she hadn’t seen him. Resolutely she turned
on the hose and started watering the apple trees. “Hey, Laurel,” he called out, and that erased any hope of
avoiding him. She turned off the hose and faced him. “Aiden. What brings
you by? Looking for a shrub or tree or something?” Keep it businesslike, she reminded herself. The last thing
she needed was for him to know that he had the ability to
fluster her. “I heard about what happened.” Of course he had. “Don’t even. I’m still pissed.” “I know it’s not what you needed. Did Crystal tell you that
you weren’t the only one hit?” Crystal must be the officer from this morning. “She did.” “Well, that must make you feel better.” She stared at him. “Better? Seriously? Since I opened a
month ago, I’ve had to have the driveway re-graded, I’ve had
to replace shrubs that were stolen from out front, deal with
a break-in and vandalism, and now tagging. Trust me, Aiden,
the only thing that would feel better is if you actually did
your job and found out who was doing this.” She turned the hose back on. He waited. He waited a long time. Several seconds, maybe
thirty. Which was really not that long at all but definitely
felt that way. She was watering the third tree when he
sighed. “You’re upset.” “No shit, Sherlock.” He met her gaze, and his eyes were soft, even though she’d
basically just accused him of not doing his job. The
understanding she saw there made her stomach churn. She
didn’t want to lash out, but that was what she did when she
was hurt. Angry. Stopping by was kind and thoughtful. She kept trying to make
him out to be a bad guy, and he kept being nice. It
definitely made it difficult for her to hate him.
Particularly since her biochemistry betrayed her at every
turn. Even now, when she was utterly preoccupied with the
day’s events, she seemed to notice everything. His hair, his
eyes, the breadth of his chest, the armband tattoo that
looked like some sort of Celtic braid, peeking just below
the hem of his T- shirt sleeve. The shape of his lips . . . He muttered something that was as creative a curse as she’d
ever heard, and sounded suspiciously Irish. She couldn’t
help but laugh, and tried to clamp her lips shut again. But
not before he saw and heard, and his eyes took on an impish
gleam. “You’re not fine. You’re tired and upset and rightfully so.
You’re also just as stubborn as you always were.” He put his
hands on his hips. “I take it you’re not adverse to help,
just help from me in particular.” Her face heated. Dammit. “Maybe this could be my penance,” he suggested, giving her a
quick grin. And she wished she could take him seriously, but
he always seemed to be teasing. It was one of the things
she’d really liked about him and hated at the same time.
Particularly now, when she wanted to be, if not mad,
completely unaffected. And she wasn’t. He was trying to
cajole her out of her mood and it was working. “It’s Saturday night. Don’t you have a hot date or
something?” She turned on the hose again. Focused on the
large plastic pot holding a cherry tree. “Nope. Free as a bird.” Dammit again. “Come on, Laurel. Peace offering. Manual labor for you to
stop hating me.” She glanced over at him. “Why do you care so much?” He was quiet for a moment, and to her surprise the teasing
expression left his face. After a while he answered, his
voice a little lower. “I don’t know why I care what people
think so much. I always have. I don’t like anyone to be mad
at me. Maybe it has something with being one of the younger
siblings in the family. I don’t know. I just know that I
don’t like it that you’re still so angry.” His intense blue
gaze locked with hers. “It’s starting to become a personal
mission to win you over. To atone for past sins.” “Good luck,” she said dryly, more touched than she wanted to
admit. His boyish grin was back. “Come on, Laurel. You know you
can’t hold out forever. You think I’m hot.” He had the
audacity to wink at her. She rolled her eyes. “You do. You have a thing for gingers. And you have to
admit, I grew up kinda good.” His hands were still on his
hips and he tensed his muscles so that his shoulders and
chest tightened beneath the thin T- shirt. “I think you’re a bit taken with yourself, to be honest,”
she replied. And tried not to smile. She didn’t want to be
charmed, but he was incorrigible. “Laurel.” Damn, his voice was all silky- smooth now. “Yes, Mr.
Narcissist?” “You know damn well you want to hate me and you can’t.
Besides, I saw your face just now. Maybe if I took off my
shirt . . .” “Would you like to go somewhere private to be with
yourself?” she asked, biting the inside of her lip. She
shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. And she wouldn’t be, if
she thought he was serious. But he was teasing her. Like he used to do when they were friends. And today . . .
she swallowed against a ball of emotion. Today she needed a
friend, and all she’d had were well- meaning customers. She looked over at him. “Jeez, Aiden. You’re looking a
little flushed. I think you could stand to cool off.” And
before he could reply, she flicked her wrist and aimed the
spray of the hose right at the center of his chest. The abrupt shock on his face was gratification enough, but
then he grinned and reached to take away the hose. She
danced away, still spraying him, admiring how the shirt now
clung to his skin and the little droplets lit up his face
and hair. A laugh bubbled up through her chest and out her
mouth as she darted around the trees, dragging the hose with
her. But there were too many pots and not enough room to
maneuver and within seconds he caught her, wrapped one
strong arm around her and wrenched the hose away with the
other, spraying her in the process. Cold water dripped from her nose, down her neck, over her
bare arms. Aiden held her close against his body, close
enough she could feel the hardness of his muscles, and
thrilled at it. Their breaths came fast, their chests rising
and falling with both laughter and the exertion of the
struggle over the hose. But it was the way he was looking
down at her right now that made her feel as if the lack of
air was strangling her lungs. All it would take was the
tiniest move and he’d be kissing her. Her gaze dropped to
his lips— he’d always had fine lips— and she swallowed,
nervous and scared at her reaction and turned on as hell. She looked up, which was a mistake. Because he was staring
at her lips. And his arm tightened just a little bit at the
hollow of her back. Oh God . . . A car horn honked and Laurel jumped back. He let her go, but
the gravity of the moment remained. Copyright © 2017 by Donna Alward and
reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.
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Comments
1 comment posted.
Re: WONDERFUL SECOND CHANCE AT DARLING, VERMONT!
What a great review and excerpt. Thanks. Shelved on Goodreads.
(Kathleen Bylsma 5:22pm July 9, 2017)
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